Seeing that the cold air coming out of his mouth was dissolved by the opponent's flames, Mo An couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.
Then it swung its tail and slapped the water in the swamp violently.
The water splashed up, and the ink anaconda opened its mouth again and blew out cold air, spitting at the water splashes.
In an instant, the water splashes were frozen into ice by the cold air, forming extremely sharp ice spikes that exuded a dense cold air.
As soon as these ice spikes appeared, they were swept away by the ink anaconda's long tail and shot towards Shen Luo's direction.
When Shen Luo saw so many ice spikes coming towards him, he took out a few wind blade spell talismans from his storage bag, activated them and then the talismans flashed with green light.
There were dense green half-moon shaped wind blades appearing in front of Shen Luo.
Then, with lightning speed, they flew away in a swarm, covering the sky and the earth.
The cyan wind blade and the ice spike touched together, making a crashing sound.
The ice spikes were all shattered by the cyan half-moon wind blade, shattered into pieces, scattered from the air, and fell into the water.
As for the remaining wind blades, after dealing with the ice spikes fired by the ink anaconda, they all rushed towards it like a violent storm.
Mo An looked at the cyan half-moon wind blades coming towards him. He was shocked and hurriedly breathed out cold air, trying to freeze these wind blades and prevent them from getting closer.
Unfortunately, the wind cannot be frozen. The cold air can only slow down the flying speed of the wind blade, but cannot freeze it into ice.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The cyan half-moon-shaped wind blade passed through the cold air of the ink anaconda and hit it hard.
Even though it is an anaconda and has extraordinary scales, it cannot withstand the continuous attacks of this wind blade.
After all, this is a mid-level spell. The pained ink anaconda roared in pain, its body was twisting continuously, and splashes of water abounded nearby.
Seeing this scene, Shen Luo took out the dragon pattern sword from his storage bag. Holding the sword, he struck with golden sword light without saying a word.
"boom!"
Mo An was caught off guard and was hit by the golden sword light. A sword mark that was more than an inch long appeared on his body covered with scales.
Mo Anaconda, who was attacked again, let out an explosive roar.
It first exhaled cold air from its mouth and fell on the wound, temporarily stabilizing the injury, then raised its head and looked at Shen Luo fiercely.
After that, he bowed his body regardless and rushed towards Shen Luo with his teeth and claws bared.
But how could Shen Luo give it a chance to get close? The dragon pattern sword in his hand fell off, drawing a golden light and forcing Mo An to stab it.
When Mo An saw the flying sword with golden aura stabbing him, he opened his mouth and spat out cold air frantically, condensing the flying sword into ice and freezing it in place.
Then, he hit his head against the frozen flying sword and knocked it away.
Seeing that its bloody mouth was about to sink, a purple super beam of light suddenly shot out and hit its body, knocking it away with one blow.
This purple beam of light was none other than the sinking mechanism puppet beast, and he had activated it at the critical moment.
Looking at Mo An being blown away, Shen Luo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't expect that the coldness of this monster was so powerful that even the dragon-marked sword mixed with some magical materials could not withstand it and was frozen by it.
Fortunately, he was in time and used the mechanism puppet beast, otherwise it would have been terrible.
After taking a look at Mo An, who was not far away, Shen Luo immediately summoned the frozen dragon-marked sword.
The thick ice on the sword's body caused a spiritual light to sink into the dragon-patterned sword.
Immediately, the dragon-patterned sword made a "buzz, buzz" sound, and at the same time, the sword body was constantly trembling.
In a short time, the ice on the sword cracked.
He regained control of the sword's sinking and decided not to leave his hand behind to make a quick decision.
Pointing towards the dragon-marked sword suspended in front of him, the dragon-marked sword suspended in mid-air suddenly made a crisp sword sound.
The sword energy in the sword body suddenly surged out, and then, the sword energy swayed slightly.
It actually split into two small swords composed of sword energy, and then the split sword energy began to split again.
In the blink of an eye, the air was filled with several small swords of the same size.
Under Shen Luo's control, several small swords transformed by sword energy moved together to form a circular sword array, spinning around him.
Then, Shen Luo looked at Mo An again, who was crawling in the distance.
The dragon-marked sword was brought to Shen Luo's side, and the rotating sword was like a high-speed rotating millstone, stabbing at the ink anaconda.
When Mo An saw these swarms of swords coming, he felt fear in his heart. Without any fighting spirit, he plunged directly into the swamp, trying to escape from this place of right and wrong.
A moment later, Shen Luo piloted the flying boat, landed from mid-air, and landed on the water surface of the swamp.
With a flick of his sleeves, he put the dragon-patterned sword inserted into Mo An's body back into his storage bag. As for Mo An, he couldn't die anymore.
After putting away the dragon-marked sword, he took out a jade bottle, muttered something to the bottle, and then pointed at Mo An's body.
Suddenly, several thread-like spiritual lights appeared on the mouth of the bottle, wrapping around Mo An's body.
After a while, a little ink anaconda that looked exactly the same as an ink anaconda was pulled out of its body by the spiritual light thread and put into the jade bottle.
The reason why Shen Luo did this was entirely because he was looking through the weapon refining books left to him by the woman named Xu.
As mentioned, demon souls can add a little spirituality to spiritual objects such as magic weapons, that is, weapon spirits.
Of course, the weapon spirit is divided into innate weapon spirit and acquired weapon spirit. Innate weapon spirit is the spiritual spirit that is automatically born from the magic weapon accumulated over time.
It's just that this kind of condition is too hard, and many spiritual objects must be swallowed before there is a chance of spirituality being born.
The acquired weapon spirit is a kind of weapon spirit that monks use the soul of a monster to seal in a magic weapon.
Of course, not all monsters are qualified to be used as weapon spirits. They must have the physique of the monster and be suitable for the corresponding magic weapon attributes.
Otherwise, it will only be counterproductive and greatly reduce the spirituality of the magic weapon.
After Shen Luo put the ink anaconda beast soul into the bottle, purple sword light came out from his fingers, and he cut the ink anaconda corpse in front of him into eight pieces and put them into storage.
Finally, he clapped his hands and steered the flying boat towards the previously agreed direction.
At the same time, somewhere in Yunmengze, a hundred miles away, three men gathered together tiredly.
These three people were exactly Daoyou Kong, Daoyou Qi and Daoyou Liang who left separately.
"It's strange why Fellow Daoist Jiang hasn't come yet. Could it be that something happened on the way?" Fellow Daoist Liang said a little worried.
"Probably not. Those leech pythons are just more difficult to deal with. As long as you have a more powerful spiritual weapon in hand, it shouldn't be too difficult to escape." Kong Chenghe, a middle-aged man, replied.
"I hope so."
After hearing this, fellow Taoist Liang replied.
